By: Kaitlyn Shaw


The pitter patter of tiny feet gave her a hint

As she saw the Harry squeaky mouse

She began to run all throughout the house

Jumping on the the couch, pouncing on the table...

At one point she will not be able

Looking for the scurry of the feet

She knew it could not be beat

All throughout the house was no mouse

To only find that it was he spouse.

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